Chapter 24

It was different.

Adam blinked, trying to get his bearings. There had been a momentary lurch, like he had crossed more distance than his step should have allowed. Looking behind him, he couldn’t see the exit. There was just a wall of stone, a seemingly endless expanse of rock that stretched as far as he could see into the darkness. His memories of his first visit were still vague in some ways, but he was not sure.

“I wonder if it’s because it’s not my first time? Or, if it’s because I chose...”

That sounded closer. He had made the conscious choice to enter. The Cave didn’t seem as otherworldly this time around. There were still dancing lights, glowing pinpricks defying the intense darkness, but Adam didn’t have the sense that he was intruding.

He felt like he was welcome here.

“Well? What’s it going to be this time? I’m waiting!”

Adam turned on the spot, scanning the dark. He couldn’t see any sign of that vast and unyielding figure that had communicated with him before. Adam took a few steps further in — although that was subjective. There didn’t appear to be any direction to head in. He could have been walking the way he had come in for all he knew.

“Hello? ... fuck, that’s stupid. What am I going to do if someone answers?”

Adam tried walking towards the wall where the glowing lights were. He could see the strange growth on the walls, the fungi that he had seen in Delilah’s house. Adam tried to get closer, but discovered something odd. He was walking towards the stone wall of the Cave, but he didn’t seem to be getting any closer. Adam was covering ground, he knew he was ... but it wasn’t translating to distance.

“This is freaky, I feel like I could almost reach out and touch it.”

Adam had to stop trying to get closer after a few moment. He felt like he was getting vertigo. It faded after a second, and he took a deep breath. He leant forward, somehow getting closer to the wall than he had when he was trying to walk there. Perception and distance seemed messed up. Adam peered at the growth on the rock.

“I didn’t notice before, but it’s not exactly a mushroom. It’s like ... mould?”

Adam scratched at his head. He hadn’t paid all the much attention in school when they covered microbiology. Yeasts, moulds, and mushrooms were all fungi — if a little different? And mushrooms were the ones that released spores? Actually, couldn’t fungi alter people’s brains, control them?

“Considering my source there is that zombie show, probably ignore that one. But what is this stuff...”

Adam reached out vaguely in front of him, and then leapt back in shock when his hand made contact with the growth on the cave wall.

“What the fuck!”

Adam experimented. He tried walking closer, but didn’t get anywhere near it. Then he reached out ... and touched the wall again.

“Freaky...”

Adam rubbed at one arm, then turned away. He squared his shoulders and then tried to sound confident.

“Okay, I’m done looking around. Show me what’s going on, there’s no point in pretending that nothing is here! Todd’s been here, hasn’t he? It’s not just me!”

Adam glared into the darkness. For a second nothing happened. Then, imperceptibly at first, the glowing lights started to congregate and gather. Swirling in ever increasing and intricate patterns. Adam tried to track them at first, but had to give up. They were making him dizzy.

“How many people have been here, anyway? What is this place!? What’s the point ... of any of it?!”

The lights grew brighter, creating a revolving nexus around him. Adam tried to still his racing heart. He wasn’t just acting though, he was angry. Frustrated.

“Me. Todd. Delilah’s grandfather. How many people have been here? How many people have changed?! Was there ever really a choice? How many —”

The glowing lights flashed, blinding Adam for a moment. Darkness crept in from the edges of his vision, snaking tendrils that cut off his sight. Adam staggered back, but what he was seeing wasn’t happening around him. It was happening to him. The darkness grew until he could only see a tiny portion of what lay in front of him ... then it withdrew, faster than it had spread.

Despite himself, Adam gasped at seeing a man standing in the gloom. Staring back at him. It wasn’t the same as that vast figure from before. No. It was almost startling in its mundanity. The man wasn’t alone either. Others appeared, staring at Adam. Expressionless. Some of the watching figures flickered in his vision, with barely any details about them standing out. Hazy and indistinct. Some though ... three figures burned in his gaze, giving him details about them far beyond mere appearance. Were they the most recent visitors to the Cave? The ones standing behind them were shadowy, barely more than wraiths.

Adam blinked. Impressions flooded his mind.

One was some kind of tribal leader. He was hale, but the weathered crags on his face spoke of an age that was at odds with the strength in his body. His eyes were piercing. Powerful and charismatic. There were nebulous suggestions of people behind him. Women. They crowded around the Leader, staring up at him with trust and love. Wives? This figure stared at Adam, every line of his being spelling out sorrow and resignation.

Another was wearing tattered cotton and leather clothing. He had a burlap pack on one shoulder. He looked strong, an explorer. A settler? Brave and adventurous. As Adam focused, he saw shadowy women behind him as well. Some were bound and cowering. Some hesitant and standing. They were looking at the Explorer with burning eyes, as though unable to leave his side. The impression Adam got from this second figure was regret and guilt.

The last of the three figures that seemed the realest to Adam was also the most vivid. His eyes burned. He was a large man, radiating power. A self-centred and prideful dreamer. The women behind him were far different — there were so many, and they all seemed to be tattered remnants. Like they weren’t all there — missing something important. They all stared with blank adoration. This man was also the angriest, everything about him screamed his bitterness and frustration.

Adam backed away from this figure like he hadn’t from the others. To his shock, it seemed like he was being followed — the last apparition keeping pace with him. It was like it was silently demanding that Adam do what it wanted. Insistent on its will being carried out.

Adam dashed his arm across his face, wiping away the sudden cold sweat. He felt like he was beginning to drift — he couldn’t break the gaze from that final figure. Adam thought he saw the Leader and the Explorer reach out towards him for a moment ... but then they faded. There was just the one before him now.

It reached out — angry, frustrated ... triumphant. It touched Adam’s chest.

“What the — no, don’t —”

FLICKER

Adam stood on the beach with Holly and Kendra. He was looking at Holly, taking in her loveliness. Admiring her bare breasts from their sunbathing. He still didn’t know how he had arrived at this moment — he’d only known them a day!

Holly grinned and then suddenly gave Adam a hug. She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist and squeezed, lifting him ever so slightly. Adam hugged Holly back automatically, and the sudden lift caused his hands to slip down her back until they rested just above the swell of her rear end. Holly didn’t appear to mind, her hazel eyes sparkled as she looked up at him.

Kendra scrambled to her feet and hugged Adam from behind.

“Awesome, are we are making an Adam-sandwich?”

She bumped into Adam and Holly, making Adam’s hand slip down even lower. His hands were now resting lightly on Holly’s firm and tight ass. It took everything within him to not squeeze. He wanted to so much. Adam’s palms felt sweaty on Holly’s behind. Holly’s expression didn’t change a bit as Adam cupped her ass, although her cheeks did darken in a slow blush.

On top of all this, Kendra’s breasts were smooshed against Adam’s back. She was resting her cheek on his back as well, her head tilted to one side. When she spoke, Adam could feel her lips moving on his skin.

“This is nice. We really should adopt him, Holly. Steal him from his sucky family.”

“He’s too old to adopt, K. But I take your point.”

Holly continued to smile at Adam even as her cheeks reddened further. It probably had something to do with just how hard Adam’s dick was at this moment. He could feel it pressing against Holly’s lower belly, straining against the front of his shorts. There was no way she wasn’t aware of it - he couldn’t believe that she didn’t seem to care! And her ass - he was cupping her ass! Adam moved his hands slightly, exploring the silky skin of her behind with his fingertips. He felt Holly tremble and he worried he had gone too far. Then her smile widened and she tensed the muscles in her ass, flexing it under his lightly questing fingers.

Adam couldn’t resist any more and he gave into temptation. Looking down into Holly’s hazel eyes, Adam slowly squeezed her ass. He sunk his fingers into the firm flesh of her behind and, to his wonder, saw Holly lick her lips - her pink tongue darting away quickly after wetting them. Adam wanted to kiss her. Adam saw Holly’s eyes dart down to his lips and then up again. She pressed her body more firmly to his. Adam shivered. He leant his head down, getting closer ... with a growl, he gripped the back of the brunette’s hair, grabbing a fistful of her hair. He kissed her hard, mashing his mouth to hers. Enjoying the little gasp she uttered before she had no choice but to just stand there and take it. Her little breasts were pressed hard to his chest, and he could feel how hard her nipples were.

He spun the brunette around until she was facing away from him, then he gripped the waistband of her bikini bottoms — yanking them down over the curve of her ass. Barely giving the girl any time to react, he pushed her down face first into the sand. He grabbed her slender hips and pulled her up into a kneeling position so that her ass was in the air. He rubbed between her legs, grinning at feeling how wet she was. How ready.

He admired the cheeks of her ass, groping and squeezing her firm behind. Her hips could stand to be a little wider, but the brunette was still quite desirable. He swiftly pulled down his pants, lining up the head of his cock with her dripping opening. The brunette whimpered, weakly wiggling her hips. She knew her place. He pushed in, slamming himself all the way inside with one savage thrust. It had been too long.

Not forgetting about the blonde, he reached behind him and grabbed her by the arm. He yanked her around to stand before him, ignoring her stumbling steps. She was positioned over the brunette, standing with legs either side of the crouched girl he was fucking. He sighed happily, pressing his face between her hanging tits as he rutted into the girl below them.

He sucked one of the blonde’s tits into his mouth, seeing how much he could get in. Now this was a proper female. All deliciously soft curves. The brunette was fit enough, pleasantly slender ... but he’d always preferred women with more meat on their bones. If it had been up to him, he would have taken the blonde first. But there was no accounting for taste.

He caught the blonde’s nipple between his teeth and bit down — she yelped wonderfully. He reached between her parted thighs and started to finger her — she was sopping wet as well, and her arousal was dripping down onto the prone brunette’s back as he fucked her.

He was definitely going to fuck the blonde next. She was pretty enough to perhaps even keep. He did have standards after all.

He groaned, getting closer. The brunette’s pussy was spasming around his thrusting dick. He was going to fill her with his seed. Breed her, mark her as his. It had been far too long since he’d been able to experience this. Too long since he’d —

“No. No, this didn’t happen. What’s going on? This wasn’t how it happened —”

FLICKER

Adam pushed Emily up against a nearby wall. He wasn’t rough or violent, but used an inexorable strength that distantly surprised him. Adam held Emily in place, pinning her wrist up above her head. They were hidden from view in the shadowy evening, no one was in sight. Emily’s wrist felt tiny in his hand and her pulse was fluttering like a birds. He leant in close, whispering harshly. Adam was done with his sister pretending to know things he didn’t.

“Again and again with that shit. I don’t know anything? What exactly is it that I don’t know. Come on, tell me ‘daddy’s girl’.”

Adam pressed up against his sister. He was vaguely aware that he was hard ... but it didn’t seem that important. He was enjoying the look on his sister’s lovely face. She was responding to him, even if she still looked like she wanted to hit him. In the dark, her anger looked like passion. Adam could feel the heat radiating from her body as he looked down into her face. He realised to some surprise that he was actually taller than Emily. She had always seemed stuck in his mind as someone older and taller to him.

Emily flattened herself against the wall as she looked up at him with wide eyes. She licked her lips as he urged her to respond, his voice going lower and rougher. Emily was breathing heavily, her chest heaving, and Adam greatly enjoyed watching his sister’s breasts straining against her top. He remembered what they looked like exactly, perfectly tanned orbs — swaying proudly under her as she got fucked on all fours. It irritated him slightly to admit it, but his sister was a lot hotter than Holly or even Kendra. Hell, she gave Delilah a run for her money in some ways. He wanted to see Emily naked again. He wanted to see all of her.

Adam’s heart was pounding in his chest but he felt calm. Cold. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do, but he ... grinned. He used his free hand, and grabbed the front of her top, his fingers sliding between her cleavage. The girl went around dressed like this? Rarely had he ever seen such an open invitation.

He yanked her top down, some of the fabric tearing, exposing the girl’s tits to the cold night air. He admired them — heavy round orbs, bouncing freely from the sudden reveal. They were perfectly formed, sitting high on her chest in defiance of gravity itself. They were mostly tanned as well — only thin strips of pale flesh showing how tiny the top she wore while sunbathing actually was.

“Such a wicked girl...”

He looked her over, liking what he saw. Champagne-blonde coloured hair — something he had rarely seen. She was lovely as well, her face finely featured and elegant despite the blank look of shock on her face. Oh, how he had missed that look. It never lasted unfortunately. They all became the same, blindly devoted and worshipful. But this one ... this one was near perfect.

The girl he was pinning against the wall was incredible. The curves he could see were mouth-watering indeed. She was perhaps a little older than he liked when he inducted one of his new followers, but she would do. She would do nicely.

He tightened his grip around her slender wrist, holding her firmly against the wall. It was all for show — she couldn’t escape him, not now. But he liked the way it looked. With his free hand, he grabbed one of her tits, groping and squeezing it. His palm sank into the soft flesh as he dug his fingers in hard — fondling her roughly, relishing her gasping cries.

He leant in close, taking a deep breath in, smelling her scent. He licked her neck, enjoying her trembles and shivers.

“You remind me a great deal of my granddaughter. Your tits aren’t quite up to her standard, but they are a good handful, girl. Oh, I’m going to enjoy making you mine...”

He swiftly stripped her nude, aided by her already minimal clothing. Some of the more intricate or lacy items were too annoying to deal with, so he just ripped them off of her. The girl was whimpering but already leaning into his touch. She wasn’t quite there yet, but she soon would be. Soon lose all that pesky and unnecessary individuality. There were very few women that were worth the effort it took to retain their sense of self. Most were perfectly suited to being devoted followers and toys.

Once she was naked, he picked her up, holding her in his arms. He pinned her against the wall, chuckling indulgently as she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. His pants already down, he pressed the head of his dick between her spread thighs, seeking her entrance. She was so wet, so ready. When the head of his dick caught at her opening, he slid in as deep as he could go with just one thrust.

The girl threw her head back wildly at the sensation. He, cursing, had to quickly move her to the side to avoid her cracking her skull on the wall. He started to thrust, fucking up into her — trying to ignore the trembling weakness in his arms as he held the girl in the air. He wasn’t yet as strong as he should be ... but it would return in time. He had forever after all.